Walking quickly down the hall with the Ben Wa balls inside you had a surprising effect on you, and you dared not imagine how you must have looked to the VP and everyone else at the meeting. Their reactions, on the other hand, were clearly visible to you, and you felt like dying with embarrassment. You could barely handle the meeting, surprsing everyone by not being as aggressive as you used to be, and you rudely rushed out of the meeting room when the meeting was over.

Your ordeal, though, was far from over. At five thirty, you received a text tgiving you the number of a room in the basement if the building and telling you to get there immediately. Even though it's past five, it's still earlier than when you usually left the office, but the text wasn't offering you any alternative. The room was at a level below the carpark, an area of the building that you had never seen before. You found a blindfold hanging on the door handle with a note that said put it on and enter. Taking a deep breath, you put on the blindfold, reached out and opened the door.

"Don't even think about it," you heard my voice say as you reached up for you blindfold. You began asking questions, but immediately received a slap to your face. "Don't speak unless you're spoken to, whore!" I scolded you. Not being able to see, you lost balance and fell down to your knees. Grabbing you by your hair, I pulled you up again. "It's time to pay for your crime now, you murderer!" I say as I let go of your hair. "Take off your clothes!" I ordered, and when you hesitated, there's a swish! sound in the air followed by a sharp, burning pain on your thighs, and you realized you'd just been hit with a cane.
"I said take off your clothes!"
"Now, stand still with your feet apart. Wider! Look at you, whore," from my voice you could tell that I was walking around you. "You will get a full wax before coming to work tomorrow. A slut like you should have her pussy bald."
"Take the balls out of your cunt and lick them clean. Do it! Now!"
"Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers. Don't you dare unlocking them or you'll regret it...."
"I'm going to give you twenty strokes with the cane across your tits for putting you bra back on, whore, and let me assure you that this is only the beginning..."